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Aurin holds his mother's hand as she leads him from the street to his aunt and uncle's house. He's been here only a couple of times, and can't remember most of them distinctly; they're sort of awkwardly related, his dead father's half-brother and the wife thereof. But now they have a baby parunia, and that means there is a dragon related to Aurin who is not too far from his age, only thirty-one years younger. This is apparently the sort of relation that it will be particularly enriching for Aurin to meet. They can do this now instead of waiting a month, because parunias don't die when they're babies; this one is safe, unlike the miscellaneous cousins on his mother's side he's never met because they are all in too much danger to get attached to (and have all succumbed to that danger). So here they are. Even though it was a very long flight and he couldn't ride his mother for takeoff and landing when she had to be a heron, only for the middle part.
Alys knocks on the door.
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Wheeee!
Finnah still wants to try dropping and being caught. Plop!
Finnah still wants to try dropping and being caught. Plop!
Finnah cackles and cardinals into the air again.
Finnah will take a while to get tired of this game. Circle circle plop! Circle circle plop!
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Circle circle plop! Circle circle plop!
When Avar's arms get tired, he sits on the couch so that future plops will require less strength to receive.
When Avar's arms get tired, he sits on the couch so that future plops will require less strength to receive.
Hmmm, that's slightly less fun. Less catching and more landing. Finnah gets tired and sits on the couch next to him with her head on his lap.
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Avar hugs her. Mial continues to plop for a while, and then snuggles up to Finnah and dozes a little.
Zzzzz.
Aurin's house is very fancy. It is in the middle of Coramna, Corenta, and it has a tidy garden in the front and a yard with fruit trees in the back, and nice furniture and an old-fashioned fireplace (but, recently installed, also a modern wizarding stove) and very attractive wallpaper and carpets. Aurin takes his shoes off at the door and then eagerly leads Mial on a tour of the whole place.
Mial is wildly enthusiastic about this house. He thinks it is pretty and nice and cute and he keeps turning into a merlin to inspect things that are too high up for his teeny human form to get a good look at.
Aurin doesn't think it's quite that exciting - it's just his house! - but he is very glad that Mial can see it.
Mial pretty much alternates between flying around rooms while exclaiming delightedly, and giving Aurin teeny human hugs while exclaiming delightedly.
Aurin accepts teeny human hugs.
"You're a very small human," he observes.
"You're a very small human," he observes.
"It's cause of my potion," he says. "It does that to some people. But it didn't do it this much to anybody but me. I guess I'm just unlucky. I'm almost off it! Two more weeks! But I'll still be a small everything after."
"Maybe when you grow up you'll live with halflings. You wouldn't bump your head," observes Aurin.
Mial giggles.
"If I turned into a halfling I'd be so small. I'm not gonna do it though! I have my human form for hands, and my merlin form for wings, and maybe I'll be a mountain goat for climbing. Goats are fluffy!"
"If I turned into a halfling I'd be so small. I'm not gonna do it though! I have my human form for hands, and my merlin form for wings, and maybe I'll be a mountain goat for climbing. Goats are fluffy!"
"Goats make milk," says Aurin knowledgeably. "We have some goat cheese but I don't like it."
He giggles again. "Is it gross? Does it taste as bad as my potion?"
"I haven't tasted your potion but it's pretty gross."
"Maybe I'll try goat cheese and then I'll know which is worse."
"You can if you want. Then there will be less goat cheese!" Aurin trundles down to the kitchen.
Mial follows cheerfully along!
"Mom, Mial wants to try goat cheese."
"Does he? All right," says Alys, and she opens the cold cabinet and gets out a bit of goat cheese and slices off a taste for Mial.
"Does he? All right," says Alys, and she opens the cold cabinet and gets out a bit of goat cheese and slices off a taste for Mial.